Marvel Imagines

My Baby ~ Stephen Strange

• Female Y/n •

Sitting on the bed, wrapped in a gray towel, I lookat the jelly like pregnancy bump that shows through the towel. I mumble, "It's gonna show." Under my breath. Of course my bump would show. I look over at the dress hung up on the door. I run my hands through my hair before the tall man walks over with his towel wrapped around his waist. "Y/n darling, you look sad." The deep voice tells me as his pulls my chin up so I look at him.

He looks at me and smiles. I look at him, my eyes following from his down to the fold in his towel. I bite my lip a little. "Mrs Strange." He says to me. I smile at him and put my hands on his back, lifting myself up so I stand. I look at him, his eyes sparkling. He kisses my lips, pulling them a little with his teeth, "Get ready darling." He tells me. I nod and smile at him before waddling over to get my dress.

After a little while, I look myself in the mirror, my bump showing a little less than alot. "Stephen?" I ask for the man who sleeps beside me. He walks over and wraps his arms round me, placing his hands my bump. "Mind helping me with my dress love?" I ask politely. He kisses my neck as I move my hair our the way of the Zipper. He pulls the zip and slowly pulls it downwards. I blush, "Up Stephen!" I shout at him. He starts to laugh as he pulls the zip all the way up.

After two hours, I stand at the bar. A woman walks over. The bride. Christine. I see eher then look at the bartender, "May I have a coke please." The bartender nods and bends down to get a can. "Y/n. How are you!" She asks me. I sigh and turn to her, "Christine, I'm good, how are you? Newly Wed! You look amazing!" I tell her to be polite when really I feel sick because of the smell of the food spread around the venue.

She smiles and nods as shetakes a sip from her glass, "I'm good, and you look," she looks me up and down, "Why do you look like that?" She asks me. My smile drops a little as I shake me head, "Like what?" I ask her confused. She smiles at me, "Fat!" She says to me.

"She's having my baby." A males voice harshly says. I feel hands wrap around my bump and a chin on my shoulder. The woman's smile drops, "I'm sorry I didn't know." She says. Stephen growls, "It's none of your business."